Episode 65
“What on earth is your identity?”
It felt like what was coming was coming.
Damun saw and heard everything that happened inside the welcome camp.
The Sosalma Army also exudes dark magical energy.
That’s why I call such a small-scale demon a death penalty.
[It’s a fun situation. You will die by my hands again.]
[Speak clearly. When did I die at the hands of the death penalty?]
[······.]
[Rather, it is the opposite. Didn’t he die by my hand? The reason I died in my past life was entirely due to the side effects of the magic attack.]
Even conversations that imply that I experienced death once.
He couldn’t help but be curious.
“Are you a devil?”
“Do I look like a demon?”
“Don’t you know that this question is asked because that is not the case?”
I put a curtain around me.
So that Cheon Ga-ryeong, who was quietly following behind, could not overhear the conversation between me and Damun.
“At least in this life, I have no contact whatsoever with the Demonic Cult.”
“It sounds as if you remember your past life.”
“It is as you said. I have already died once. And I returned to the past with memories of the future.”
“······This is an unbelievable story.”
“But it’s true.”
It was a story I had never told anyone before.
I knew it was a story no one would understand, so I kept it a secret to myself.
Even my teacher, Dokgo Woojin, did not know that I had regressed.
How will Damun react to this absurd story?
There was tension and anticipation at the same time.
“If I think about it, I felt a sense of discomfort from the first time we met. Didn’t he suddenly pay off a debt for me? Didn’t I ask Hao Wen to find out the personal details of someone I met for the first time?”
“······.”
“Is the reason you came to see me related to future memories?”
“That’s right.”
“What was the relationship between me and my future master?”
“There was no particular point of contact. “I just went looking for it because I remembered hearing about the Chiunryong’s reputation.”
“Chiunryong?”
“A dragon flying through the clouds while drunk. “It was a nickname referring to Sohyeop that I had in my previous life.”
“······I don’t think it has a very good meaning.”
“It was a nickname with a meaning of ridicule.”
“By the way, it’s a dragon. “What on earth was I doing in my past life?”
In a way, Damun’s curiosity was natural.
Yongbong (龍鳳) was a nickname used to refer to later-stage expats who had outstanding abilities befitting their age.
It was by no means a title worthy of being given to Hanryang, who wandered around Hangzhou’s red-light districts and indulged in sleuthing.
I answered with a shrug.
“I don’t know either. As I said a little while ago, I haven’t really had any interaction with the small cooperative. However, I do know that Xiaohyeop’s life was short, and that he wandered around the entertainment district of Hangzhou until his death.”
“Are you saying I lived a short life?”
“yes. “I don’t know the exact reason, but I’m guessing that he may have contracted the flu that was prevalent at the time.”
“Huh… … .”
“Do you have any more questions?”
“Master, what kind of person were you in your past life?”
“He was the fifth disciple of the Demonic Cult of his time.”
“······!”
“For your information, the identity of the demon created by Hwan Hwan-jin is Sosalmagun, the second disciple of the demonic cult leader.”
“How on earth should I accept this…”
“Do you think I’m lying?”
Damun shook his head.
“There is no reason for you to lie to me in this situation.”
“You seem to believe it surprisingly easily.”
“I probably wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t stepped into the welcome camp with my lord.”
I found someone with whom I could share memories of my past life.
Maybe that’s why I felt somewhat emotional.
I was happy, but at the same time I felt heartbroken.
‘Not like me.’
I laughed and shook my head to shake off the thoughts.
Damun’s question continued.
“But why didn’t you join the Demonic Cult in this life? “I think the place where I could best utilize my past life memories was none other than the Demonic Church.”
“Well, there are many reasons. I didn’t want to spend my days locked up in Jamma-dong again and having my life threatened every day, I didn’t want to face the crazy people who swarmed the campus again, I was sick of the death penalty that threatened my life from time to time, and I was sick of the religious leader’s actions. “I was tired of a life where I had to absolutely obey orders.”
“······.”
“If I had decided to become a demon again in the first place, I would still be stuck in Jamma-dong. “Maybe they have already lost their lives due to instructors who treat trainees like toys.”
“······.”
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“More than anything, I just hated this place called Magic Church. Do you need any more reasons than this?”
Damwoon slowly shook his head.
I stretched and changed the topic.
“Anyway, the title ‘Master’ is burdensome. He is not a feudal lord aiming for the throne somewhere. “You can call me as you normally would.”
“That can’t be possible. Is there a class system in the world where superiors use polite words and subordinates use lower words? Rather, my lord, you should humble your words.”
“That’s easier said than done. “It’s a habit I picked up from my days rolling in Jamma-dong.”
“I’ve never heard of etiquette being taught in Jamma-dong.”
“It was kind of a survival strategy. It’s just a compliment, but it’s surprisingly effective. “This is especially true in Jamma-dong, where trainees are dying for even the slightest reason.”
“······.”
“Then, aside from the honorifics, let’s at least change the title.”
“How may I call you?”
“The lord is a bit like that… I think a captain would be appropriate.”
“All right. “Please take care of me in the future, Captain.”
“Please take care of me.”
* * *
The next morning.
‘It’s Geogwal (巨闕).’
I looked at the sharply forged sword body and let out a small exclamation.
I could tell at a glance that it was a famous sword.
One unusual thing is that the shape of the sword body and the patterns engraved on the sword sheath are similar in many ways to those of Damro.
Tang Seo-yeon said that it was most likely one of the five famous swords that Gu Ya-ja made in his later years.
‘I already have Damro, so I don’t really need more swords… but there’s no harm in having spare parts.’
I put the sword back in its sheath and picked up the armor lying next to me.
At first glance, it appears to be an ordinary short-sleeved garment, but in reality, it is a rare item that cannot be found even if searched throughout the central plains.
‘Cheonjamboui(天蠶寶衣).’
The thread extracted from silkworms, commonly called Cheonjam (天蠶), is called Cheonjam (天蠶絲).
A treasure among treasures that will not break even if heavy rocks are hung on it, or even if cut with a famous sword.
The clothes woven using the Cheonjam thread were none other than Cheonjamboui.
The material was thin and light, and it could be worn like underwear, so it was not noticeable to others.
Its usefulness was incomparable to heavy iron armor.
‘I’ll just have to wear this from now on.’
The diagram of the true law discovered in a space presumed to be a study has already been handed over to Damun.
It was decided to distribute gold and silver treasures and night wine to the group according to the ratio agreed in advance.
I took care of the unidentifiable items, whether they were experiment tools or miscellaneous items.
‘The question is how to deal with this.’
I looked down at the wooden armor in front of me and narrowed my eyes.
When I opened the lid of the wooden armor, a black ring radiating ominous energy was revealed.
It was not a tonic made using medicinal ingredients.
It was Naedan (內丹) obtained by splitting the stomach of a spirit being.
I discovered this in a space that was assumed to be a laboratory.
‘It’s such a shame I’m dying.’
Unfortunately, it wasn’t something I could take.
Because it was not an ordinary Naedan but a poisoned Dan.
No matter how immune a country was to poisons and poisons, it was not confident that it would be able to digest the internal admonitions of the Lord of Human Faces.
It was an item whose danger was incomparable to that of the Tang family’s Cheondogdan.
‘Well, if it was an ordinary Naedan, there would be no reason for Reporter Cheon to not eat it and leave it behind.’
I shook off my regret and closed the lid of the wooden armor.
This was something that could not be afforded by anyone other than the Tang Dynasty’s poisoners or the Poisonous Assassins.
‘I guess I should take the opportunity and sell it to the Tang family.’
I put the wooden armor in my arms, got up from my seat, and went to visit Damun, who was holed up in a room that I assumed was a study.
He didn’t even notice me approaching and was staring intently at the book.
“Dam Sohyeop. “It’s almost time to leave.”
“······.”
“Dam Sohyeop?”
“Ah, boss. “It looks like it’s already morning.”
“You didn’t sleep a wink all night?”
“yes. “It just so happened…”
Damwoon scratched the back of his neck with a humble expression.
“Are you okay? “You will have to pass through the security line when descending the mountain, but if you make a mistake…”
“You don’t have to worry. These are the methods that have already been destroyed once. “Rather, there is one thing I would like to propose to you, Captain.”
“······?”
“Didn’t you tell me yesterday? “I want to gain fame by carrying out large-scale charity work for the residents of Zhejiang, but it is difficult to do so because of the gang of black thieves and thieves.”
The day before, Damun and I talked a lot.
Future schedule, things planned, and even the final goal.
“I’ve been thinking about it, but I think it would be impossible if we lured all the powerful martial arts forces into one place and drove them there.”
“What does it mean?”
“Isn’t there just the right bait here?”
Damun pointed to the ground with his index finger.
I narrowed my eyes and muttered.
“Reporter Cheon’s secret?”
“Of course, if it becomes known that this is Reporter Cheon’s secret place, the repercussions will be too great, so it will have to be adapted appropriately. I think it would be okay to just pick any of the famous warriors in the squadron and give them a name.”
“Please explain in a little more detail.”
“Captain, please make a suitable military grade or something. I will take a look at the methods and institutions of this place together with the party leader. After preparing, spread the word throughout Zhejiang. “The secret building where the legacy of so-and-so, a person from the previous generation, is buried has been discovered!”
I looked at Damun with a blank expression.
If the problem is that the martial arts people of Heukdo are exploiting the residents of Zhejiang, they can just turn their attention elsewhere.
It was an unexpected method.
“If I do something wrong, won’t strict people get involved?”
It wasn’t that there were no blind spots.
I had a feeling that Damun would have even that in mind.
“Think about it. “Where are the capabilities of Zhejiang’s powerful Baekdo Segawa clan currently concentrated?”
“······Suppression of Japanese pirates.”
“Then, when rumors spread about this place in Bidong and a fight broke out, who would want to send troops here?”
“It must be a large group of thieves and black thieves.”
“That’s it.”
Damwoon drew a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
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